Nasa

20 seconds and counting
T-minus 15 seconds, guidance is internal
12, 11, 10, 9, ignition sequence start
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, all engines running
Liftoff, we have a liftoff

NASA season I'm from outer space
Out this world but never out of place
Foreign cities when I'm taking off
Michelin dinner then I say my grace
Drop the top, she gon' take it off
Drop a track, they gon' say a lot
So high I'm at heaven's gates
Got a chance, I'mma take my shot

Bitch I'm so alien
They don't understand what I say to them
They don't know my name just my alias
So Leeway gon' sell out the stadium
And I'm finna hop out the spaceship
I'm coming up from out the basement
Recording these tracks with no payment
But soon enough I'll get my placement
Yeah, I'll be ballin' out of bounds, like court-side
Flow nasty like a warm Coors Light
Lil rappers come up short, need more height
First week sales two week, like a fortnight
It's a Battle Royale in the rap game
Keep the squad on my back, got some back pain
Leeway on the T like a brand name
Now the wave changing, you missed the last train
I be dropping out the party bus
All my fans are family, a part of us
With the Chongki crew, so let's spark it up
Got Bacardi in me, still carding us
Yeah, we some minors making major moves
Won't stop 'til the club play my tunes
On the red carpet rocking tailored suits
But for now I stay working, just pay my dues
Gravity can't hold me down
Elevated with the reefer
Now we got the blunt lit
Looking like it's ET's finger
In the space coup, rap game, Elon Musk
Shooting for the stars, rap lames, eat my dust

NASA season I'm from outer space
Out this world but never out of place
Foreign cities when I'm taking off
Michelin dinner then I say my grace
Drop the top, she gon' take it off
Drop a track, they gon' say a lot
So high I'm at heaven's gates
Got a chance, I'mma take my shot

Leeway Ibra get at you, and you better say your prayers
We don't pick and choose, we just come and get the paper
And like NASA we gon' shoot through the atmosphere's layers
This shit easy like a layup, we just way up, way up, way up, now
Hear me clearly, ain't gon' stutter
Kill 'em with the gat, but the body get cut up
Stuff 'em in the bag, leave a nigga in the gutter
Dip out so fast ain't nobody get caught up
This race you in last, you disgrace to your father, father, huh
Gucci and Prada, I'm only designer
Well, maybe Goodwill but the hood still living and riding
We wining and dining, we living and dying
But I am the new horizon, the silver lining
I am a Maserati, where you cannot see
Not me, up in the hot seat, sippin' sake, this hottie is right beside me
Smile please, smile please
You know that I'll say what's on my mind, bae
I just want palm trees, sun and some Bombay

NASA season I'm from outer space
Out this world but never out of place
Foreign cities when I'm taking off
Michelin dinner then I say my grace
Drop the top, she gon' take it off
Drop a track, they gon' say a lot
So high I'm at heaven's gates
Got a chance, I'mma take my shot